Passionate foot fetish on a long-distance bus

Ten days ago, I went on a business trip to the provincial capital. I spent those ten days bored, but unexpectedly, on my way home, I encountered such a wonderful thing. Let me tell you what happened.

I woke up in the morning, intending to go to the station early to book a ticket, but because I love to sleep in, I didn't get up. I thought it was the off-season, and I could still get a ticket if I went later. As a result, I slept until 11 am. After lunch, it was already 1 pm. I took a bus and slowly made my way to the station. I saw a lot of people! I asked around and found out that a university in the provincial capital was having summer vacation. My immediate thought was, "Oh no, no tickets left." I went to the ticket office, and sure enough, they were all sold out. Since I had an urgent matter at home tomorrow and had to go back today, I bought a platform ticket. Inside the station, I negotiated with the driver, and he agreed to sell me one, but I could only sleep in the aisle. Oh well, the aisle was fine; I could make do for one night. Little did I know that this aisle ticket would make me excited all night long!

After buying the ticket, I went back to the hotel to pack my things. I won't go into details, I'll just gloss over it. I arrived at the station at 7 PM to catch the bus. There were so many people going home! I asked the driver, and he said there were over a dozen people like me who hadn't bought tickets and were crammed into the aisle to sleep. How unlucky! I was stuck with students! Did I forget to check the almanac before I left home? A dozen people crammed into the aisle!

Anyway, I boarded the bus and was seated a few rows back. Behind me was a man, and opposite me was a female college student wearing a tank top and a white long skirt. She was a bit dark-skinned, but quite pretty, especially her eyes, which weren't very big, but were captivating, even alluring. Seeing this beauty across from me instantly dispelled my bad mood from the crowded bus. I squinted, admiring this beauty so close to me. If it weren't for the crowds, I would never have had the chance to lie face-to-face with such a beautiful stranger. Because there were so many people, we had to stagger our bodies to lie down at the same time, so my feet were next to her buttocks, and her feet were next to mine.

So I lay down, initially without any ill intentions, just obediently placing my foot on her buttocks. I'd only graduated from university two years ago, and I still had a little wild side. But after a while, my foot started to ache, and I didn't dare move, because any movement would bump into the beautiful woman's body. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore; my legs were so sore I thought, "What the hell? It's just a little touch, what's the big deal?"

But that one touch ignited my desire. The moment I switched feet, I touched her buttocks, and they felt so soft and bouncy. I felt a surge of desire. Should I continue? What if she found out? There were so many people on the bus; it would be troublesome if she caught me. In the end, desire overcame reason, and I decided to go for it.

The moment I switched feet, I made my decision. When I put my other foot down, I pretended to be asleep, pressing my foot tightly against her buttocks. Once it touched them, I didn't move. I wanted to see her reaction. About a minute passed, and the beautiful woman didn't move at all. I assumed she was asleep, so I gently rubbed and caressed her skin with my foot, starting slowly, from the outside of her buttocks to the outside of her thighs, gently stroking them through her skirt, slowly enjoying the firmness of her buttocks and thighs.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman lifted her legs and moved away from me. Her legs, which had been flat and together, were now bent into an inverted V shape. This terrified me. My heart pounded in my chest. Oh no, I'd been caught red-handed! My palms were sweating profusely.

After a while, the beautiful woman erupted, yelling that I was a pervert. But after a long time, there was still no response. I relaxed. It seemed she didn't want to make a scene; she had just been reminding me not to go too far.

I stopped moving, but my foot was still touching her buttocks. After a while, seeing that she didn't react, I tried moving again. Suddenly, I realized something: with her legs raised like that, wasn't she just opening up her vagina? And since she was wearing a skirt, wouldn't my foot be able to directly massage inside her skirt?

Just as I was lost in thought, the beautiful woman twisted her buttocks again, and with that twist, her skirt slid up to her thighs. At the same time, her foot lightly touched my thigh.

Wasn't this obviously seducing me? The beautiful woman had probably just felt something and wanted to lift her leg so I could go deeper, but she scared me and didn't dare to continue. Seeing that I didn't react for a while, the beautiful woman had to remind me again.

I was so excited, my heart was pounding. How could my luck be so good? This time, I was bolder and placed my foot directly between the beautiful woman's legs. Because it was so hot, she wasn't wearing socks. When I first placed my foot on her lower body, I clearly felt her tremble, but she didn't close her legs. This confirmed that my judgment was correct. As I started moving my foot from her vulva, it was initially uncomfortable. It was my first time using my foot, and I hadn't expected it to be

in this kind of environment. To avoid attracting the attention of other passengers, I moved very gently. Through her panties, I slowly rubbed her vulva with the ball of my foot. At first, the beautiful woman didn't react much, but after a while, perhaps because doing this in front of others was too stimulating, her breathing became heavier, and her vulva rose and fell with her breath, but she still managed to hold back her moans.

Gradually, my foot got used to this movement and became more and more flexible, no longer limited to the panties. I slowly used my thumb to lift the edge of her panties and placed my foot directly on her vulva. It was quite prickly; her pubic hair must have been shaved not long ago, just starting to grow back.

I never expected students these days to be so open. This seemingly innocent female student was actually so horny inside. I really struck gold, I thought to myself happily.

I moved my thumb between her labia; it was so wet and warm. I ran my thumb between her plump labia. Each time I touched a spot, she would lift her buttocks to meet my caresses. I figured it was her clitoris. Finding the right spot, I rubbed it harder with my thumb.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman grabbed my legs, her buttocks raised high, and used her hands to guide my legs in the final thrust. I felt her body tremble violently, then suddenly relax. I thought she had orgasmed.

She had orgasmed, but my penis, still erect from the passion, made a tent in my pants. To avoid attracting attention, I quickly covered her and me with the blanket I was using as a pillow. She felt better, but I was still feeling incredibly aroused. I slowly rubbed my penis through my pants. Just then, the beautiful woman lifted her small foot and placed it between my legs, starting to massage me. I didn't expect her to be so proactive. I was incredibly excited. After a while, my penis became even more engorged, pressing against my pants and causing a slight pain. I had no choice but to be bold and pull my pants down to my knees. She paused, perhaps considering whether to continue.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I grabbed her small foot and placed it on my penis. Her small foot was cool, and it felt so good on my penis. The skin-to-skin contact was so comfortable; the feeling was indescribable, especially with the added thrill of a secret affair. She massaged my penis with one foot, and after a while, she lifted her other foot and gently stroked my testicles. It was truly wonderful; even my wife had never served me like that.

While enjoying myself, I couldn't forget my duty. I placed one foot back on the beautiful woman's genitals, and suddenly felt something was wrong. A hand was moving rapidly in and out of her genitals.

I thought to myself, "This girl is really horny. She's already masturbating, massaging me while enjoying herself." I had no choice but to gently stroke her smooth thighs with my foot. After about half an hour, I couldn't take the stimulation anymore, and a thick stream of semen shot onto the blanket. Seeing me ejaculate, she tightened her grip on her hand, and soon she started trembling violently again. I knew she had an orgasm.

We quietly tidied our clothes, pulled back the blanket, and slept peacefully. The next morning, I arrived at the train station in my hometown. When we parted, she gave me a deep, affectionate look and secretly gave me a one-yuan note. Inside, a phone number was written in lipstick. I thought the next passionate encounter wouldn't be far off.

[The End]

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